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WRITING OBSTACLE
Write a character's internal monologue that includes an example of stream of consciousness.
Stream of consciousness is a literary technique that represents the flow of a character's thoughts and feelings as they occur in real time, without logical order or punctuation.
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Journal I
Mortals, with such grace and powers which approves them, have lasted in this world for a rather long time. I, a man in my late twenties, have seen enough of them to know a few main things:
1–Humans should not be trusted, for even the most trust-worthy of them can slip their hold on you and break you like a shatter vase.
2–They like to be fawned over, especially some of the magickers that make their way into my shop now and then. Their carved wands are present on their hips for all to see. Is it a display of power? Do they want us to admire the fantasic craftmenship of the Carvers? I do not know, and the lack of knowledge does not pain me in any way.
And 3—Their eyes are the entryways to the soul. Just looking at them, their irises boring into my own, calls a shiver along the back of my neck.
My, how the time has passed. I look away from my journal to see my granddather clock tick away where it stands tall and proudly against the wall of my room. Five ‘till nine.
Time for a new day.
Journal II
Honestly, to question the mind of the mortal man is to spiral down a deep well in the shadows of the night—for one to comprehend the thinkings and thoughts, they would have to stumble around in the dark, thrashing their hands out to grab at the passing answers. If there are any answers at all.
I say all of this to make you understand, on some note or level, that all men, no matter race or religion, are elaborate and inhibit complexities that defy all natural things in Nature. It is our being; it is, and I am sorry for my words if they cause offence, the religion of all. To want something more than we need is abnormal in the face of Nature. Human Nature is opposed to Natural Nature.
Just the other day, as I went to the park for my weekly stroll, I happened to pass by a family of three: a mother, a father, and their son. They seemed to be well off, though, “well off” is an understatement. They were rich. You could tell it in the way they walked, in the way they talked, and their clothing.
Their son was having a tantrum, no doubt about something trivial. The mother had her gloved hand covering her face in shock, the other trying to hold her child still. The father just shook his head in disappointment.
“Oh, my dear!” The mother cried, wrestling her son in her arms. “Whatever is the matter? What do you want from mommy, dear?”
At the word want, the child stilled and looked up at his mother with an innocent smile. “I want…a candy.”
I grew bored of the scene after that and continued my walk with thoughts swirling in my mind. That, however simple and small of a scene it was, is an example for the greater things that could happen with the word want in the human mind.
For instance, a king could just want to get more land for his kingdom, killing off thousands upon thousands of people; destruction of life, a Natural Nature. Or, on a lower and personal scale, a husband could just want to have a different woman, leading to infidelity; destruction of trust, also, a Natural Nature.
Honestly, there are a many, many things one could derive from this one word that disturbs Natural Nature. Of course, it seems my time with you, journal, is running to a close.
It is, again, five ‘till nine.
You are here.
Yes you are, I felt you walk in the door, the scent of your shampoo travelling through the stale air and I smile.
You are here.
You make your way into the living room, I feel my hands grab a tea bag from the cupboard, flicking the kettle on and hearing your soft steps on the cold floor.
You are here.
The kettle finishes boiling with a click and you kiss the back of my neck.
‘Hello Baby’, exits my lips
…
I love you baby 🖤
I’m in love
My favorite roses are ever white, and in gardening them, he delights. What a perfect, fair gentleman, with his toffee and coffee hair, with his sweet, soft as a Teddy, voice.
_I might be in love _
My favorite smell is ever lavender; his cologne has the scent of it: spectacular. What a lovely, charitable gentleman, with his eyes of the sea and waves, with his smile as bright as the sun.
What is love
My favorite animal is the ever llama; he hosts some in his farm, free of drama. What a caring, generous gentleman, with his embrace warm as cookies, with his words delicately spoken.
Maybe I’m not in love
My favorite memory is the ever mountains, where he wants to go to celebrate war wins. What an… interestingly kind gentleman, with his intentions not quite known, with his mind far from our world.
Who is he
My favorite person is my mother, Everleigh, but he thinks it’s him who I should say. What a narcisstic and nasty man, with his naive attitude, self informed, with his arrogance, “so adored.”
Love is not for me or him
I should be asleep. I can’t sleep. These socks are sweaty and gross.
GET THEM OFF!
much better
The blanket is worse. I don’t want to feel my feet touching. Come on. Come on. Stop stop. Don’t break your glasses.
What if I fall off the roof cleaning the gutters tomorrow?
I don’t want to sleep yet.
Why is my head itchy
Maybe I should shower now. It’s 12:54AM. Be smart. This is smart, my hair is gross and I’m not tired. Okay but if you shower now you’ll just stay up playing that fishing game.
And? It’s relaxing, isn’t that what you’re supposed to be doing? Relaxing.
No you’re supposed to be preparing yourself for Monday. Let’s not talk about Monday. It’s okay. You’re okay.
Deep breath. Just stop. You’re still here. That’s huge. We are going to out live that son of a b**ch who used God to groom you. We are going to keep loving people the way we were raised. You don’t need the church. You just keep those chairs open at your table. I know you’re super controversial but hey, Jesus was pretty controversial too. Everyone hated him and hell who doesn’t hate the lesbian Christian (I’m the lesbian Christian) just a little. I really love who I am though. Truly I do. I love the idea of going to church on Sunday and coming home to my wife who I get to praise and thank everyday. How lucky am I to love women.
That’s my future. That’s why I’m still here. It’s going to be great.
I’m good. I’m okay.
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Author’s Note: 1:30AM, just ate half a burger and a cookie. Goodnight yall
Oh no he hurt me again __ I forgive him __ __ No he’s the worst
Wait where’s my purse
Ahhhhhh I can’t find my purse
There’s a picture in there-
No don’t think of him
I still love him __ __ Aha! I found my purse
Now where are my keys
Oh right there by the-
That’s where he left his
No my keys aren’t there
Are they are in my purse
Yes, yes they are. They’re here
Unlike him
No don’t think of him
He’s the worst
God why are my fingers so shaky
Ah the door is open, wooooo
Ahhhhh it’s freezing, I don’t want to leave
That’s what he should’ve said __ __ But he didn’t, get over him
Yeah I’d rather get under him __ __ Oh shoot I left my phone
It’s on my bedside table I think
Ahhhhh why is this key not working
Just my fingers that are numb from the cold
He makes me feel cold __ __ No
Ahh warmth
Shall I run up the stairs
Yes
I miss being human
21 plus 24 equals 46
I actually have to email Simon about the-
Aha! Here is my phone
New message who’s it from
Oh him
Yes I would love to meet up again and hold your hand and not let go because I don’t want to lose you again. __ __ No, I need a distraction
I shall break my phone in order to not talk to him again
No it’s my only means of communication
Ah no I’m late to go to the dentist
I have to run
What do I have for lunch today
I wonder what he’s doing
Maybe he’s thinking about me
Ooh look a rabbit
Oh my god it’s so cute
Looney tunes
I hate looney tunes
Wait, what’s looney tunes again
What’s the time
12:49, huh time for lunch
Ooh a yellow car
I remember when me and -
The suns so bright today
My blinds used to be bright pink
I wonder what my old house looks like now
Maybe it’s a man with a beard living there
I hate mullets
And bowl cuts
So ugly
What do I have for lunch
What if someone is standing outside my window waiting to see the light turn off through the blinds?
What if my teeth come out while I’m sleeping and I swallow them?
My mouth tastes disgusting-that’s what happens when you don’t brush your teeth.
Please go away.
I don’t think you understand how happy I would be if that…nevermind.
My teeth hurt.
If I solve this problem I’ll go away for a long time. So I’ll sit back and focus on my studies. If I take matters into my own hands I’ll lose everything permanently.
I want to make a whole scene of it. Because it IS a celebration. Oh how free I’d be. Would he leave my mind if he left the earth?
Or would he chose to haunt me?
I’d tourment him even if he were a ghost. Just like he screwed me over, I’ll make him spend my lifetime watching me dance around, free.
Maybe I could wear a pink dress then.
I prefer a tie for the most part.
I’m tired of being sad about it, I love when I’m unhinged about it. I don’t like being weak about it. I love imagining him getting what he deserves. I don’t even want to be around when it happens. I want to be states away, fishing.
I’ll read it in the newspaper and say, “hm. it’s about time.”
What’s her damn alias?! nevermind the guy buying new it.missed an ‘e’ at the end. Or did he actually have it right? You can put an ‘e’ anywhere. Would’ve been a better punchline if he forgot the ‘d’ ….a $1000 a week makes sense now fuck, I hope I’m clean. She had cancer once.Jesus Christ. OKAY I’ll ask my therapist for chemo. That’s probably a common joke for trauma sessions. She’ll fake laugh..I’ll laugh first,nope not saying it. i wanna try chemo without having cancer will chemo show up on drug test?? it would have to be a urine sample because if it were a hair follicle this is what I mean when I joke about everything. maybe a saliva sample “Che-mo swah-bee” I lose every lighter I find. i never exhale cigarette smoke out my nose. Do I know anyone who does? I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone smoking with me exhale period and I know I’ll forget to pay attention tonight. I always look at the ground I think. pretty sure. chain smoking? more like chain disassociating. I’m about to finish this cigarette in front of the mirror and see how dumb I’ll look exhaling. I’ve smoked in every rental car I’ve rented.call her if they find out in the future and get her to lie for me. theyll have a court date. She’ll have a lawyer, a witness statement and a reason to threaten me for using her she’ll beat the case and Carmax will pay for her next vehicle and I’m driving this piece of shit again I need to play the lottery probably feel guilty if I won address her in text without the ‘e’ at the end Get me a chemo condom. She’s allergic to latex. I’m a coping mechanism. I’m a joke. Don’t tell anyone forgot to watch myself FUCKING EXHALE
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